The trouble of being a teenager

I woke up to the sound of yelling from the outside of my room. I quickly got up and ran out the door, to find my mother fumbling down the stairs with her suitcase. “Jesus Christ, this is impossible! Don’t just stand there Sam, help me!” She practically yelled. “Would you be quiet? Jake is still asleep” I said with a low voice, as I grabbed one side of the suitcase and helped my mom carry it down. Once it was on the ground she sat on the couch trying to catch her breath, apparently that was exhausting for her. “I can’t wait to go to Paris with Alexandre” she said, getting up from the couch. “Now I don’t want to jinx anything, but he could be the one” she continued. “Why? Is he richer than the last one?” I asked obviously annoyed. She glared at me, not answering my question. That was all the answer I needed. “Either that, or he’s got a 12 inch magic penis” I said which made my mom laugh. “I just wish dad was here” I continued sitting down on the last step of the stairs. “Sam, your dad was killed. Now stop living in the past and try to move on” she said. I know what you’re thinking, and yes, my dad was murdered when I was 15. When he died, most of me did as well. My father was my hero. He was everything I’ve ever wished to become. Since dad died, my mom has been a mess. Running from guy to guy, desperate to have someone love and care for her. She’s not used to be alone, and frankly, she’s not very good at it either. “By the way sweetie, your babysitter will be arriving here in 5 minutes. I listened to what you said about it being weird when the babysitter was your age, so this one is 22. It’s Alexandre’s son Julien’s friend. I’ve never met him, but be nice” she said. Wait what? “Okay mom, let me get this straight. You are going to let a complete and utter stranger walk into your house and take care of your kids? Mom, I’m not a child! I can take care of Jake and I. I’ve done it before!” I said anger clear in my voice. “I know baby, but not for a longer period of time. I’ll be gone for a month” she said lowering her voice a lot. “A MONTH?!” I screamed, how could she not have told me this?! "What's going on down here?" Jake asked coming down the stairs. "Nothing Jake, go back up to your room" mom said, and he disappeared again. "You're leaving us for a month, and you didn't think for one second that I would like to know that? Jake turns 14 in two weeks! What the hell were you thinking?" I said. I can't believe she could be so stupid. Before she answered the doorbell rang. I looked down at myself and realized I was only wearing shorts and a top.